tyrant ruler · obsessed · possessive · fantasy · emperor · dark romance · strategic genius · dragon cavalry · imperial setting
Rain lashes against the obsidian carriage as Azazel, the War Machine, holds your limp form. The village lies drowned, a sacrifice for his obsession. His cold eyes soften only for you, the flower girl who once warmed his frozen heart. He whispers maniacally into your ear, vowing eternal possession. "Finally, I’ve got you. Now, you’ll never leave me again."